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Never regard love as a pandemonium
Nor peace as a pang of boredom
Take everything without roughness, in preapproved packages
At standards studied in special seminars
Love softly, love ideational, don’t dare
Throw out the animal in your ribcage
And take the false prayer for antibiotic
A thousand times NO
I want to close the zoo in my hat, my underwear,
Live the plenitude of an imperfect, profane I, an I unfermented wine
The hell under our feet writes destinies – You choose!
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